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A/N: I've decided that the curse words spoken by the aliens will be in Klingon, from Star Trek. Also, has anyone guessed who the person referred to as 'Wesley' grows up to be...?

Soon after my incredibly brief conversation with Magenta, I was called to Frank's room. Riff came to get me.

"The master demands your… presence," he told me.

"Lovely," I muttered.

Magenta raised an eyebrow as I left our room. Both of us- actually, all three of us- knew what was going on. Frankie wanted my company for the evening. Hopefully I'd get to go back before morning. The evening before I'd spent in my room, which was better than the nights when I hadn't.

To my annoyance, I didn't get to leave until the next morning. Maybe the castle wasn't worth it.

Later, in our room, I told Magenta about this.

"You're always complaining about it being all awful here when, technically, you can leave whenever you want," she replied coolly.

"Well, if I leave I'll be homeless! And if they find-"

"Just remember that some people have it worse than you," Magenta hissed.

Only later did I realize she meant herself and Riffraff. They didn't even have Earth driver's licenses or anything. Neither of them could survive in the real world.

The first night they slept in the strange house, Magenta shivered and shivered. Though they'd managed to find some blankets, it was still very cold.

Her brother would be going into town tomorrow to pick up samples of the native language. If the Translator picked up enough samples, it could piece together a language for them to learn.

"I don't know how soon we can get enough audio samples," Hal told his children, as they ate breakfast.

Wesley had insisted on breakfast in his makeshift bedroom. Of course, the others had refused to listen to that brat.

"What if people here find the device?" Riff asked.

"It's got a password. Anyway, we might be able to pick up more dialogue if they take it into their home to inspect. As long as they don't take it too far away for us to receive transmissions from it, it should be fine."

After breakfast, Magenta decided to explore the area around the castle. Her father and brother were busy setting up the Translator and Wesley was… sulking or something equally stupid. Magenta wasn't really sure about him.

Hardly an hour later she'd walked around the castle's overgrown garden at least twice. There really wasn't much there to look at.

So, she decided to walk down that nearby road.

Daddy had said that the beings here looked just like them, so why not? She wouldn't stand out too badly. And it would be interesting to see the difference between her home planet and this strange place.

Both seemed to include green plants, at least.

There seemed to be a lot of trees around here, in fact.

Suddenly, she saw a girl, who looked to be the same age as her, sitting on a bench and reading a book. The letters upon the book's cover were in an alphabet unfamiliar to Magenta. The girl herself had long, braided brown hair and wore a brightly winter coat.

"Hello," Magenta said, without thinking.

The person didn't speak her language, so why bother saying anything?

Without even looking up, the girl said something Magenta assumed to be a greeting. And then the girl did look up. She asked a question of some kind (judging by her tone of voice).

"I don't know," Magenta replied.

The girl, understandably, looked quite confused. A four-wheeled vehicle parked on the side of the road nearby. Never had Magenta seen such a machine before! Of course, they had similar vehicles at home. It actually seemed quite similar to what Daddy used to drive to work in, Magenta soon realized.

A woman, presumably the native girl's mother, got out of the vehicle. Then the woman said something to her daughter, and gave Magenta a look of annoyance.

Clearly, something was wrong.

Magenta walked away at that point. In fact, she ran. She ran all the way back to the castle. When she got back, she ran right to the room that had become their living room. Her brother and her father were there, going over some plans of theirs.

"What's wrong?" Riff asked, quite surprised to see her burst in like that.

Magenta smiled. "Nothing is wrong. I met one of the people here. A girl just my age!"

"How did you speak to her?" Hal asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I didn't. It's just nice to see somebody who's not older than me," Magenta replied, blushing slightly.

Her father chuckled. "Well, dear. Maybe you can talk to her when we get this translator working."

"When will it be working?" Magenta asked, quite eager to really speak to the people of this strange world.

"Well… we've actually got a few transmissions in already," Riff replied.

Magenta beamed. "Oh! Can we-"

"But we have to figure out how to speak the language. We don't know how words are supposed to be said," Hal explained with a sad smile.

"If Wesley would actually do any work, we'd probably be done sooner," Riff muttered with a scowl.

"Now, now. I agree that Wesley is a spoiled brat who never helps in any way, but lets at least not be rude to him behind his back," Hal said.

"I'll never be nice to that freak. That p'tak doesn't care about anyone except himself!" Riff shouted.

"Please don't curse in front of your sister!"

Without another word, Riffraff threw down the pen he'd been taking notes with and left the room.

"Now that Wesley's parents are gone, you're his dad," Magenta said, after a moment.

"Hmm?"

"He doesn't have parents any more. You're the only grown-up around here. And if you're his dad you can tell him what to do! You can make him work," she explained.

Hal chuckled. "Why, that's an interesting thought. Though keeping two teenage boys out of trouble is a lot more work than just one. Ha! I could convince a family of terrans to adopt him."

"Terrans?"

"I've decided to call this planet 'Terra'. So, I call the people here 'Terrans'," he explained cheerfully.

Maybe being stuck here wasn't too bad, Magenta decided.

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